She likes subtle, blue Hyacinths,
He prefers the bold Poinsettias,
Me, I love the balance
Of the deep, purple Lilacs.
She loved the battling yellows of the fire.
He gazed at the dark, blue sky above,
While the tranquil trees soothed my sights.
She savored the ripe, red cherries,
He cherished the flavors
Of the rich, yellow mango,
I chose the citrus complexity of the orange.
We each have our primary preferences
And we have our secondary occasions,
But the beauty of the primary
Lies in its purity and independence
And the splendor of the secondary
Lies in the perfect compound and balance
Of the purity and complications of
The traditional, unique primes.